Besedila: Garbage. Bleed Like Me. Happy Home.

In my happy home, I barely breathe
In my lovers arms, I find relief
And there's a sky that's changing and a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out

In my lovers arms, I wait for morning
I beg my God to speak and tear me apart
I'd lay down my body, I'd lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harm

In my happy home, I read the signs
In my lovers arms, I move in time
There's no more crying and there's no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life was waiting for desire

And there's no more crying, and there's no more pain
I never thought for one second, I'd have nothing left but shame

In my happy home, I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out